Pulling into the driveway,
Touch my heart,
Feel the beat of each breath,
This pulsfull state.
Open the car, walk with him,
Walk inside like we own the place,
Some big-ass house with too many cars in the driveway made of stone,
The marble echoing in a room full of noise just by our movement,
Hear the blasts of music,
Smell the no-longer air,
Filled with it,
Filled with the Monster,
Touch it with your breath,
Feel it with your nostrils,
Crave this monster,
Sweat until you see it,
Search for it with your eyes open wide,
Get too many introductions,
Some fucked-up kids,
Messing with the shit I want right now,
Some drunk chicks,
Not gonna know what they did when it hits them tomorrow,
Then you see it,
as he takes you into a room all alone,
Just You and Him,
And this sweet-ass monster.
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My Monster
PoetryHer name was Skylar. And she was addicted. Her substance: Meth/Crank/Glass... whatever you call it, it still screws you up in more ways than one. But after seventeen years of trying to be Ms.Perfect in an unstable family, is this really what she wan...
